After Easter 1916



John Tully

St. Judes, Barrack Street, Athenry.


The soldiers stainless sword is handed in

Which flashed so brighly on that Easter morn.

When like the phoenix thro’ the flame reborn

A nation’s soul resurgent, lives again,

‘Twas then the vibrant deeds of warlike Fionn

Or battling Brians by vernal breezes borne

Like martial music on the rallying horn

Cheered the spent host mid battles dubious din.

Oh, may the golden glory of those days

Like sunrise gleaming in the orient skies

Awaken subject peoples at the blaze.

Begotten of our heroes’ sacrifice:

While cowering tyrants tremble in amaze

As demons driven forth from paradise.